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not much of a story...              it's only half past 10, and it's a saturday... but i have two litres of dark *** with me, and a bottle of hoisin sauce...                        shit's gonna get dangerous    down in the kitchen...                 some pork is going to get slaughtered... and if i get my hands on some                                 booker t. and the mg's?        and then fry some rice, and add some eggs? you're going to be talking to marlon brando... without the cotton-balls stuffed into his cheeks to speak, like he spoke, when filming         the godfather...                             could have smoked 20 packets of marlboros... and you'd still get the huskies... and the sledge... and a holiday in alaska...                                                          never mind. hoisin sauce though? that's the dog's ******** it goes down well with duck... chicken? to bland...    but i'm guessing will pork will go down well with the sauce.          otherwise? z.z. top me...                               i only learned yesterday, what a boilermaker was...                             apparently a shot of whiskey followed by a beer...          nothing quiete like al pacino in                    the 1971 film, the panic in needle park... this is going to be a feast... i can feel it...             what do michelin star chefs eat when they get home? some simple grub... probably egg on toast...          i hardly think they're spectacular in their choice of edibles to replicate their restaurant outputs...       for them it's probably like:             if it ain't done in 15 minutes... i'm not eating it. hoisin? yep, that's to replace the sweet chili sauce.            then there's the 2 litres of ***    well... i'm pretty sure one of the litres is for tomorrow.
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 5:38 PM UTC
buying hoisin sauce
not much of a story...              it's only half past 10, and it's a saturday... but i have two litres of dark *** with me, and a bottle of hoisin sauce...                        shit's gonna get dangerous    down in the kitchen...                 some pork is going to get slaughtered... and if i get my hands on some                                 booker t. and the mg's?        and then fry some rice, and add some eggs? you're going to be talking to marlon brando... without the cotton-balls stuffed into his cheeks to speak, like he spoke, when filming         the godfather...                             could have smoked 20 packets of marlboros... and you'd still get the huskies... and the sledge... and a holiday in alaska...                                                          never mind. hoisin sauce though? that's the dog's ******** it goes down well with duck... chicken? to bland...    but i'm guessing will pork will go down well with the sauce.          otherwise? z.z. top me...                               i only learned yesterday, what a boilermaker was...                             apparently a shot of whiskey followed by a beer...          nothing quiete like al pacino in                    the 1971 film, the panic in needle park... this is going to be a feast... i can feel it...             what do michelin star chefs eat when they get home? some simple grub... probably egg on toast...          i hardly think they're spectacular in their choice of edibles to replicate their restaurant outputs...       for them it's probably like:             if it ain't done in 15 minutes... i'm not eating it. hoisin? yep, that's to replace the sweet chili sauce.            then there's the 2 litres of ***    well... i'm pretty sure one of the litres is for tomorrow.
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May 13, 2017
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